Ye Ningqing's petite body trembled incessantly from her sobbing, and Ding Fan could clearly feel the sensation when her delicate body came into contact with his.
The softness in his arms was indeed that of a beautiful woman.
Ding Fan was no Liew Xiahui, so being held by such a great beauty, it was impossible for him to have no reaction at all.
Ding Fan felt a wave of heat in his abdomen, overwhelmed by his own helplessness, for his current cultivation was weak and his resolve not commendable, just this degree of contact was already almost too much for him to bear...
At that moment, Ding Fan silently recited the Heart Clarity Spell in his mind to dispel the inner demons.
After crying in Ding Fan's arms for a while, Ye Ningqing, her face flushed, lifted her head from his chest. Perhaps because she felt that her actions had been too abrupt, a girl running over to hug a grown man so impulsively made her lower her head, too embarrassed to look at Ding Fan.